May 2nd, 2003

ringwraith

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& so it breaks down this way. i'm glad to go to the after-party. everyone has their "this child-my child" aggriavances. man i'm fucking drunk. i'd be floating excapt this guy has something to prove. he keeps saying "you" when he means "whitey." he has no fucking idea what the fuck i am. maybe i menace him a little bit. i'm the fucking end of your stupid cycle, kiddo. but jeremy is out of it. come to mention it, leaving seems okay to me. vroom. isaac is a driver! no police is a power her has. i saw people at thursdays'? okay. it was nice. i'm happy to have these scar shaped goodbyes. i'm so fucking tired. i'm always fucking tired. i call jenny just to tell her goodnight. for her it should always be goodnight. or else i'll fucking clock your ass to the floor. don't you ever fucking disturb her. she means more to me than carrots mean to bugs bunny.
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(the following is a gift from LiveJournal user "pravda")

12 months of paid account time have been added to your LiveJournal account "mordicai".

this is how much it means. send me every fucking address. every time; mine & hers. its pretty much inconsequential. i could enthuse & tell you about how i use a trellis to frame love? but it wouldn't add up. like,there isn't anything. as best as you've had it? i don't be grudge. because eventually, i won her again. it is stupid how crazy i get? but crazy is the way i end up. i go through nights & days but you know what? everbody basically gets one simple fact. i'm a tombstone for her. i'll sit still & say something pretty on myself just for her to read across myself. i'm fucking drunk. but only becaude i'm kaledoscope for her. you could break me into pieces & each one would just tell you how great she is. she is the only one i could imagine who could say she understands how loving brothers doesn't diminish her. she is? something i never could have ghosted for. i'm absolutely dumbfounded. if there is a ziggurut left standing it is because aztecs tear out heart for her. fuck you if you are such a sore that you can't be happy for me. i'm the war on everything & she's my oasis. she's my fucking water in a life of desert. i'm drunk & my metaphor may suffer? but she's the best mind of my generation.
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"will sars spread here? nearly half polled fear it will. what do you think? vote!"
who was it during the whole afganastan thing that was talking about this style of fake journalism? then it was about encrypted messages to secret operatives in televised promo spots by osama, but the same logic holds. which is how the fuck do you expect the average person to know anything about the spread of disease vectors on a trans-continental level? never fucking poll the public. this is why i hate democracy. an uneducated sewage worker from spokane should have absolutely no bearing on my life, unless i happen to be in spokane & a toilet i'm sitting on explodes. & oh fucking yes. i realize that my proposition of "fuck democracy" means that said plumber from spokane might not have a say on their own life. well la-di-fucking-da. odds are, at best he really only voted for the president anyhow, a pointless act reinforcing the entire issue. which is part of my problem with our republic. can we say "beauracracy system constructed when america was a sliver of east coast with no telephones?" anyhow, i'm just stewing & brawling; feeling all royal tenenbaum.

last night i dreamt about arguing. arguing about irish nationalism. which is sort of something i've done alot of maybe. but only the arguing that a bunch of people who agree with each other can do. because while it is cute to joke about me being a gypsy, last i knew my grandmother was the last to travel with the gyspy caravan, & even that was only for a short time. but american irish is a funny thing you get to be all the time; especially when your whole holidays growing up consists of lots of them. i mean, i'm not very attached to the biologicals, when you break it down into component atoms. but i still had to grow up tiny & be bossed around. man, i'm a fucking genius. i'm just going to equip children with small arms & then no one will be able to tell them what to do. see, all along i was only intrested in the preservation of innocence. it was the surprise at the bottom of my cereal box from day one. excuse me, chamber maid, could you bring me my flame thrower from the coat check? thanks, you're a dear.
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ringwraith

pharoh cooked this pie.

i want to write everything in four (4) word or less intrest bundles. evil kineval circles. nightgown of a knife. because i'm so fucking enthused about everything i have to say. four (4) words. no room for appointments. i sharpen i sharpen. one hundred & fifty (150) piano keys worth of words. all so black & white stark. candece cameron has anorexia. epson salts in sanscrit. et fucking cetera. i tarzan you jane. biathalons involve gun fire. you smoke i sharpen. cow bell phone calls. quark flavoured first dates. stick a comma inbetween everything to make me a real boy. oh i blue faerie. oh i mean black. repetition in madrigal life. wolf eyes are brass. wayan brother's tree fort. capable nurse in fishnets. cain & never able. songs from sesame street. medals won in war. oh i can i i am. i'm not who you think i am. i said no room for appointments but what i mean was no room at the inn. i mean gabriel came unto mary. i mean jibril. i mean three letter snippits. mem, lal, zaz. but j is how one name starts & fucked if i could tell you the vowel or the end. one hundred & fifty (150) little clementines. i throw away bottles. & i havn't even started yet.
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